Old Country Soul - The Reklaws

Born and raised on a backroad

Speaker box and a can, cold

Saturday we were rebels

But we were angels in church

But up boots on the front porch

Rusty roots in the back forty

Nothing’s ever meant more to me than that dirt

Never give it up, never turn it down

Same back then as it is right now

No matter where I’m at man, I know

I got that old country soul

That Boondock swag in my stroll

Rock it wherever I roll

I got that old country

I got that old country soul

I wouldn’t trade it for gold

Someday write it on my stone

I got that old country, old country soul

(Yeah)

I’m a blue ribbon on a PBR

Countin' blessings, countin' stars

Memories in a mason jar that won’t let me go

Like an old guitar in a brand new song

Just 'cause you leave don’t mean you’re gone

No matter where I’m at, man, I know

I got that old country soul

That Boondock swag in my stroll

Rock it wherever I roll

I got that old country

I got that old country soul

I wouldn’t trade it for gold

Someday write it on my stone

I got that old country, old country soul

It’s who I’ll always be

It’s every part of me

It’s in my bones, my comfort zone, that gravel road

That front porch light that takes me home

Woo

(Soul) Whoa (You got it), old country soul (Still got that)

(Soul, yeah) Old country soul

I got that old country soul

That Boondock swag in my stroll

Rock it wherever I roll

I got that old country

I got that old country soul

I wouldn’t trade it for gold

Someday write it on my stone

I got that old country, old country soul, yeah

(I got that) Old country soul (You got that)

(Soul) That ain’t ever gonna change

I got that old country, old country soul